In The Jungle, The Mighty Jungle..

As Salamu-Alaykum, my lovelies!

Last weekend, I braced the freezing cold weather and light drizzle
of rain to visit London’s Lyceum Theatre for the first time. You may
have guessed from the title of this post (or from reading my tweets)...
but I was there to watch Lion King the Musical! Honestly, I can’t
believe it took me this long to go and watch it. The show was absolutely
brilliant.

I could probably go on to tell you
about how breathtakingly stunning the stage and costumes were, or how
engaging the actors were, or how nostalgic the songs made me feel– but this
post isn’t a review of the show, so I’ll let someone else give you all
the details. What I do want to discuss, and I think this is quite
important, is Scar.

I know you’ve all watched The Lion King (movie or show) at some
point in your lives, but allow me to refresh your memory. Mufasa is the
current king of Pride Rock, and his son, Simba, is next in line. Scar is
Simba’s uncle and Mufasa’s brother. In a bid to become the next king of
Pride Rock, Scar assassinates his own brother and encourages his own
nephew to exile himself forever. His own brother. His own nephew.

Morbid.

Almost unbelievable.

I
mean thank God its a cartoon and the characters are lions because
things like that just never happen in real life. Surely not, right?

I'm here to tell you that I had a Scar in my life.

I should say my family actually, because Scar never actually did anything to me specifically. Granted, my Scar never tried to kill anyone. And my Scar is not an uncle. But nevertheless, my Scar has smiled in our faces while plotting to destroy the good in our lives. Alhamdulillah, Allah is the greatest of all planners and no evil can come upon you once He has protected you with His mercy.

I won't say anything further than that - One, because I was shielded from it all as a child (and only heard about bits and pieces from eavesdropping :-p), and two, because if I make this any less abstract, I would be reneging on my vow to stop backbiting.

I hope you get the point of my message regardless. But just in case, I'll elaborate.

There are four types of people in this world. There are people who mean well for you from the bottom of their heart, and they'll show it through everything that they do(1). There are people who intend the best for you, but never know how best to show it(2). There are people who despise you and make no effort in concealing it(3).

And then, there are devils(4).

Perhaps you could argue that they are worse than the devil, because at least you know to pray for protection against the devil. These people are camouflaged to fit perfectly into your life. They'll poke a hole in your bucket and help you try to fill it... and when you start to wonder why the bucket never fills up, they're right there by your side, scratching their heads and pretending to be as baffled as you are. There are too many snakes in the mighty jungle that is life. Make no apologies for being picky about the people you put your trust in..

Scar doesn't have to be an uncle.

Scar could be a friend.

An old one or even new.

Scar could be anyone.

But I hope Scar isn't you.

May Allah (SWT) protect us from the evil that we know of......and the evil that we aren't even aware of.

6 comments:

I love this post so much. I enjoyed reading and I feel like I certainly had a scar in my life as well. My story is very similar to the movie actually and I as a child witnessed this person slowly destory my parents lives. This person put a face on to the world and made it seem like they were one way but I knew and saw the real version of them and they were awful. I love that you share this with us! Thank you <3

That sounds awful :-( ... unfortunately, I know exactly what you mean. I hope this person wasn't able to do too much damage to your family. Alhamdulillah that you were able to see right through him/her... sometimes, people never even find out until its too late. Thanks for sharing too hun.... glad you enjoyed reading xx